The Wistful Campus

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The constable’s whistle cut through the damp air of the courtyard, sharp and final, and I was standing at the gate with my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold seep into the joints of my fingers. "Elias," the clerk called out from the window above, his voice muffled by the thick glass and the fog rolling off the river. "You’re late. The rector is waiting." I nodded, though he could...

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